Vortex malevolent, hell descent.
working against light,
efforts to blot it out.
Scaling dark shadows,
working man’s weakness like putty,
an identity unknown,
yet so closely to us it floats.For what reason does it exist-
A natural fear? A purposed malice?
It is unclear… I try to identify…
Digging deeply through my internal archives
I search as much as I can to understand.
The darkest of all I peek toward.
It’s the darkest of all…
A forked tongue creature,
with talons jagged and blood red,
breathes out the word…
with a dark and sinister sigh,
it floats like smoke in the air,
a black and putrid stench,
instilling grave fear.
no negative extraneous fearful addition.
~The process where life will finish.~
A turn of accent.
Fearful connotations melted away.
Looked at plainly, neutrally portrayed.
Less dramatic smoke and lasers,
mystifying death- the ultimate DANGER.
Look at in an altered light;
black and white.
It’s no more horrendous,
just simply a transformation
awaiting each of us.
Simply a moment when experiences
will come to an end,
lungs deflate, heart arrest,
eyes shut, in time body corrupts,
mind’s destination…. unknown,
it has never been demonstrated,
post mortems fail to show.
be it like the heart; arrest-
is it a daunting prospect?
We have a fear of ceasing to exist,
personally I do not fear it.
When the time has come and
life is done, there’s nothing to prevent it,
better to anticipate than try,
to separate yourself from it.
Am we ought to fear death?
It’s essence is completely unknown.
so when it comes the time to face it,
Be prepared to lose everything.
After all, what is wrong with being nothing?
Caught up in the idea of an ego,
a self, when really there’s nothing much to us,
worldly associations, a name…when stripped away,
were no different to one another, all the same,
why fear the prospect of nothingness,
strip away the worldliness’ death,
transcend to a higher plain,
death is not a loss…
Death is just a process.